We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little and who talk too much.
Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call to-day his own: He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
They think too little who talk too much.
The conscience of a people is their power.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
Tomorrow, do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Love is love's reward.
None are so busy as the fool and knave.